The original house of tacos...

I think that I will be very fond of this picture when I'm older in my fifties. It's sort of any end of youth kind of photo; the kind of photo that exists in my parents scrapbooks of themselves from the seventies with my father's facial hair and youth. Those photos always looked kind of funny, but I guess it's my turn and in about twenty years I'll be in that same position. In fact, the environment of the "Original Taco House" is very reminiscent of a different era where my father and his friends could have been laughing it up with a couple of margarita's. On the other hand, my father had his first child by my age. I'm glad that's not me. I'm happy where I'm at.